Here we are in Roswell, New Mexico and obviously we are out of the Texas Hill Country. There wasn't much to see on our trip here from Ft. Stockton--kids would even have trouble playing the alphabet game because there are no road signs--not even mile markers. We did pass an office of the Forestry Service while still in Texas, but they can't be very busy because we only saw seven trees the whole trip.

We did have one bit of excitement between Artesia and Roswell. A police roadblock pulled us (and everyone else) over searching for two prison escapees. The cop who talked to us was going to search our trailer but decided we looked very innocent and we assured him the trailer had not been unlocked since we left Texas.

So we are not in Roswell because we are huge sci-fi fans but rather because it was a natural break on our way to Santa Fe. But we will be here two nights and see what we see today. The campground is one of those gravel parking lots with hookups and a secret code to get into the bathrooms. The 'great free wifi' is not quite. I'm not sure I would recommend Trailer Village.

I am now able to cross New Mexico off my list of states in the lower forty-eight that I have not seen. Only Oregon, North Dakota, and Maine left. I will probably not catch them all in the same trip.